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I got in the air
I got money
This bitch blowing up my
her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in underwear
Bales of that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the
They say he ain't playing
That boy that be fresh as
All fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but stare
I got in the air
I got pistols
They say God don't hate
I send that boy to hell

Smoking on some shit that you get inside my 'rari
With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he rich and
Sitting at the house and that turned into a party
Got some bitches and some molly a beef and I don't squash it
Old rapper the other side of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig
In the standing on top of shit and smoking gelato
Pouring up activis bitches gold bottles
Got a lot of scales, a lot of
Lot of on, no shirt
been counting too much paper it got my hands hurtin'
I'm in the backseat laughing at the haters the curtains

I got in the air
I got money
This bitch blowing up my
Broke her and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in underwear
Bells of kush all I sell
I fuck bitches by the
They say he ain't playing
That boy be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but
I got in the air
I got everywhere
say God don't like hate
I send that boy to hell

I just left the bank, I do you can't
I just drunk a paint, you should be
Your gave me brain, in the turning lane
Heard you got a hit on me homie I hope got a good aim
I got on six chains, big diamond rings
Trap nigga with a hundred mill I'll still be the same
All I do is smoke weed, I'm up with double G's
The same room sold a P's and had a threesome at the double G

I got in the air
I got money
This blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't
I got pretty bitches 'round in their underwear
Bells of kush that's all I
I bitches by the pair
They say he ain't playing
That boy that be fresh as
All this fucking ice all on me bitch couldn't do none' but stare
I got in the air
I got pistols
say God don't like hate
I send that boy to hell